The Wistful Throne

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The obsidian mirror did not shatter; it exploded. One moment Arthur Vane was holding the frame, his hands trembling with a grief so heavy it felt like lead in his bones, and the next, the glass was a storm of black dust and jagged teeth across his workshop floor. The whispering started immediately, a dry rattle that sounded like wind through dry reeds, though the windows were sealed tight...

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